Chapter 227
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Song Qingchun's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Her eyes darted around Su Zhinian's face, not daring to look him in the eye.
He could tell that she was anxious when she said she wanted to share a room with him.
Didn't you say you're tired? How can you rest when you're so anxious?
Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for a long time before his dark pupils moved like he had come up with a good idea. He reached out to grab his ID from the front desk and told the receptionist in a light tone, "Use her ID to get that room."
"But sir, if there are two people, you have to register both of their IDs," the receptionist said.
"Hmm …" Su Zhinian paused before adding, "I know, just do as I say."
The receptionist nodded and started the check-in process.
He only used her ID to get the room, which meant that she was the only one staying there. What about him?
Song Qingchun watched as Su Zhinian shoved his ID into his wallet, and she frowned as if she had a hunch. "What about you?"
Su Zhinian did not answer immediately but pulled out his credit card and passed it to the receptionist. After paying, Su Zhinian accepted the room card and passed it to Song Qingchun. "Go up."
Go up? He's asking me to go up alone? Could it be that he's not staying there that night?
Song Qingchun did not accept the room card. She stared at Su Zhinian with her large, dark eyes and repeated, "What about you?"
"I'm going to another hotel. You're tired, so don't waste your time. Stay here and rest. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning," Su Zhinian replied nonchalantly as he shoved the bank card into his wallet.
So, it's just as I expected …
He said he wouldn't touch me again, and he did that because he could see how anxious I was, right?
She had suggested staying at a hotel so that he could rest, but he had given her the only room.
Even though his actions and tone were unbelievably cold, Song Qingchun could sense the care and concern he had for her behind that indifference.
When Song Qingchun saw that piece of paper at the gas station, her heart started to churn violently again.
Her breathing became uneven. She stared at Su Zhinian for a long time before suddenly reaching out to grab his wallet. She pulled out his ID and handed it to the receptionist. "Please help him check in as well, thank you."
Then, Song Qingchun turned to look at Su Zhinian and said seriously, "Either you stay here, or I'll follow you to another hotel."
One refused to stay, and the other insisted … The receptionist was caught between a rock and a hard place. She looked at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, but she did not dare make a decision.
Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's serious face for a while before turning to nod at the receptionist.
On the way back to the hotel room, Song Qingchun's face was flushed, and she did not talk to Su Zhinian at all.
Although it was a king-sized room, there was a small living room.
Once she entered the room, Song Qingchun rushed into the bathroom. When she came out, Su Zhinian was sitting elegantly on the sofa in the living room, and the originally empty coffee table before him had been replaced by a thick black booklet.
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